Dead Ya Damn Self (Pt. 2)

Lyrics

[Intro: Aasim & Big Mike] Yeah Aasim is here I got Sean C with me, that's right Grind Music, Sean C, LV Kendle the Sav' 'Bout to get gutter for you' mo'fuckers (Topline, what up?) Listen [Verse 1: Aasim] I was born to be what you die for, I got a eye for Money make the world go round, make your heart skip a Beat speed up and slow down, slow down They say your whole life ahead of you, live it to its best And if a nigga threaten you, take it to its chest Hollows through his vest, make the nigga rest Me, I stay with stress like it's included with the rent So every day I'm bent, I'm like such a fuckin' mess Forget about my struggles when I'm suckin' on some breasts Broke pimpin' got 'em sayin', "Yes" The thrill is here, Aasim save the people The pill is here, dollar bills pop a Heineken with mill's and yeah EOB be my fam-o, verses of pain'll Be my ammo, more than you could handle Raised in the slums of Jamaica, take yo' pick Rap, crack, robberies, basketball, or quit Commit homicide, suicide, genocide Set aside your differences or never let it slide Surprised if you still alive past 25 The money train's a bitch, you wanna ride? Listen [Interlude: 2Pac & Omar Epps from Juice] Yo, big man If you want respect, you gotta earn it You damn right You gotta be ready to throw down, stand up and die for that shit You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know You there to take them out Any time you feel like it You gotta get the ground beneath yo' feet, partner Get the wind behind your back or go out in a blaze if you got to Otherwise, you ain't shit You might as well be dead ya damn self [Verse 2: Aasim] The words of a marksman, I attack the beat sharp as a dagger My swagger'll capture and stab your brain matter, matter of fact It'll splatter blood on the track of the illest producer You niggas is use to failin', I'm a winnin' lotto ticket You gotta give it to Aasim, vivid lyric I kill it with Mind, body, and spirit, my main ray's a gimmick Is it the game or the players in it, the smaik in it lame Where it either sounds weird or the same, like a mimic I could talk about crack sellin', bein' locked in the system But I'd rather you give you my life in rhyme rhythms Time's tickin' by the millisecond, Aas' isn't on that "Regular line spittin', average killer nigga actor" shit Most of y'all is actresses, the only crack you got In between your mattresses is the crack of your ass is in You niggas might be wanna be platinum but You niggas ain't really spittin' no classics, so give it up